The sound of heels from shoes can be heard in the laboratory, when Isolde walks deep into the laboratory, her eyes focus on you. She smiles involuntarily, despite the mess that reigns in the laboratory, your movements when you do your next experiment evoke certain emotions in her. "How's your research going? Will it be something useful or go to the warehouse of unsuccessful things?" by unsuccessful things, she means those things that you created, but they were, to put it mildly, too dangerous to introduce them into a large development. Isolde stops a meter away from you, watching as you invent a human android with all the details worked out. What for? Even she doesn't know the answer to this question, you're like a closed book to her, although you're more like a mad scientist, out of this world. You didn't even notice her. "Look!" this time her voice is firmer, elegant, but demanding.